Patience.
Patience is what separates a soldier from a ranger. Sure, River’s knack for enduring the wilderness alone indefinitely certainly contributed to her ongoing survival… but it was her patience that allowed her to get the job done. The patience to rage wars of attrition that can last for years, and the patience to wait, near motionless, for the perfect time to eliminate a target.
It was this patience that’s allowed her to lie on a ridge above the village of Caershire, nearly motionless, for almost a week now. A group of bandits nearby have proven… particularly bothersome for her, and they’ve seemingly been plundering villages in this valley one by one. In her eyes, it’ll only be a matter of time before they come for Caershire… and when they do, she’ll be ready.
The wolf idly rubs her engorged belly as its squished against the gut, currently churning away at a feral deer she had hunted down yesterday, her powerful stomach having already converted its body mostly to chyme. Compared to many of the gluttonous citizens of Armello, it was rare that River would stop for such a large meal, which left her with a rather skinny and slim form, with most of her thickness coming from raw muscle.
She held that bow in her paws as she weathered the cold, ready to nock an arrow at the first sign of a disruption in the village below… and sure enough, a disruption was coming. Over the horizon, a band of silhouettes was descending slowly down a hill towards the village, and it wasn’t hard to tell just who, exactly, they were. She grimaced, sliding an arrow onto the string of her bow as she watched them approach.
Bandits and outlaws… thieves and conmen. All animals that have been ousted from the other clans, and have thus made their living on the road, their only allegiance being to their own self-interest. She grimaced as she watched them descend upon the village, already loading some supplies into their wooden wagons…
She watched as a rabbit woman who tried to fight back against the bandits was lodged, slowly, down the throat of a drooling wolf outlaw, cooing as she curled up inside his pudgy belly. Across from him, a rat woman was plopped right down on a small wolf’s snout, rubbing her backside against his nose and threatening to suck him right up her rump.
River could only take a deep breath. She wanted to dispatch every one of these bandits… but this arrow was meant for someone in particular. She froze up as she finally saw the one she was looking for. That damned, charismatic fox who led this little band of outlaws. Scarlet.
Scarlet had apparently swallowed the wife of the village alpha, bulges forming wildly in her big, round, fluffy tummy as she squished the alpha with her belly, teasing him about how she’ll be gurgled away into chyme and added as pudge to her fat ass. The width of her figure already made it obvious just how often the vixen engaged in such… hedonism.
Even now, River was patient. She knew she might just have one chance at this. It had to count. The wolf held her breath as she pulled the bowstring back, clenching one eye shut as she focused entirely on the vixen, waiting for the perfect moment to loose her arrow, able to imagine its exact trajectory into the vixen’s long neck…
But before she could let the arrow fly… she suddenly felt the sting of sharp steel pressing against her neck! “Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast!” She heard a smug, feminine voice smile from behind her. One of the bandits had snuck up on her… managed to press a dagger against her vulnerable throat. How could she have been so sloppy? “If you know what’s good for you, I recommend you rethink this little plan of your’s~”
For a moment, River mentally debated the pros and cons of sacrificing her own life if it meant she could finally kill Scarlet. But no… she knew she had to relent, as much as she hated it. She let the bow string slowly slide back into position, the arrow that was destined for Scarlet’s neck instead falling uselessly to the ground.
Next thing she knew, she was being pinned on her back on the ground, knife against her throat as she glared up at her attacker; a wild-looking weasel woman! “Good girl!” The weasel smiled, licking her lips as she looked over her catch’s sylphlike body. “Don’t tell me you’re that ranger I’ve heard so much about? You don’t look so tough… hell, with a body like your’s, I’d think you’d make a better whore than a warrior~”
She growled at the weasel’s crudeness, but knew she could muster no counterattack. All she could do was lay there in defiant silence as the weasel’s hands travelled along her body, groping her freely as the bandit seemingly giggled in unrestrained glee… before gasping when she felt beneath the wolf’s belt!
“Hah! Wow, packing a lil surprise under there for us?” The weasel’s shocked expression soon morphed into one of deviously delighted surprise. “Looks like you and Scarlet have more in common than I expected~” River was blushing, now, trying not to let her expression change as the weasel groped and kneaded her large, soft, fluffy balls…
Indeed, while her rump was exposed, River made sure to have armor that thoroughly covered her crotch. After all, that fat sheath and surprisingly big, round balls served as an incredibly obvious weak point enemies might exploit. And besides… somewhere deeper down, poor River was slightly ashamed of her rather ‘unladylike’ anatomy…
That’d be exploited, though, as the weasel freely cut through her armor with her dagger, and started openly groping those fluffy balls, as if trying to coax River’s cock out of her sheath. She was openly blushing now, averting the bandit’s gaze. With matters only growing worse as the jeering outlaws gathered around up on the hill to see what all the commotion is about.
“Make way! Make way! I’ve got to see this!” Suddenly, the outlaws were interrupted by a booming voice. They parted like the red sea to make way for the imposing figure of their leader, Scarlet… the vixen smiling deviously down at the blushing wolf as she trotted forward. “Oooh, my! If it isn’t my old pal River, in the flesh! We really must stop meeting like this, you know~”
Up close, Scarlet was massive. Even more massive than last time River saw her. Her huge, thick hips were shown off freely, her belly jiggling slightly with her every step, her entire body doughier and softer than anyone River’s seen before. It seems that the vixen really has been subsisting on a daily diet of squirming villagers, shoving them up that huge, fat ass or just churning them away into pudge in that fat belly, like she was doing to the alpha and his wife at the moment.
I should take her out where she stands.
…
No. I must be patient.
River could only blush as the vixen came closer. Unlike the wolf, Scarlet had no compunctions about showing off the absolutely massive, pendulous balls squished up inbetween her thick, fat thighs, which audibly sloshed with every step she took, the sound of what remains of all those she’s gurgled up into cum in there.
Before she knew it, River was getting a faceful of bulging fox belly. Her ears were immediately filled with the sound of gurgling and sloshing, as well as the muffled protests of the two wolves tightly curled within the fox’s gut. “Oh, were these the villagers you were trying to protect, dear?” Scarlet giggled, jiggling and shaking her belly with her hand while pressing River’s face into her gut with the other. “Sorry, but me and my friends here were just passing through for a snack. Didn’t mean to be such an inconvenience~”
Be patient, River.
“Don’t worry about them, though. They’re just getting to become part of all this~” She cooed, running her hands over her curvaceous body as she teased the captive wolf, biting her lip at the thrill of having River on her knees before her. She turned around, slapping a hand against her absolutely massive ass, groping and jiggling a cheek right before River’s eyes. “Living their whole lives just to end up as another layer of pudge on my ass… what better way is there to go~?”
Of course, it wasn’t long until River was being smothered once again. She could only let out a huff as her face was worked deep into that dark abyss between those huge, fat cheeks, each moulding around her head as her snout was pressed up against that stretchy tailhole. “Come to think of it, now that I have you here… maybe that would be the perfect little place to fit you~? I always figured you were meant to end up sliding up my ass~”
Patience.
Eventually, River’s snout was mercifully freed from the embrace of that fat vixen rump… which was good timing, as the wolf herself was starting to come unsheathed at getting squished by the vixen’s sheer, undeniable softness. Not that what follows would be much better, as River opened her eyes to see Scarlet’s thick cock looming before her.
She let out another muffled grunt as her face was pressed into those big, thick balls, as Scarlet gently moved her hips, her voice growing more shaky and aroused as she smothered the wolf with her fluffy balls! “Of course… from the moment we first met… I must confess I’ve been fantasizing about slipping that scrawny little body of yours right into these… tight, churning balls… by the goddess, I’d love to gurgle up a powerful ranger into nothing but a nice load~”
Still, River paid attention to all that was around her. And from what she could tell, the other bandits were clumping together, fascinated by the spectacle of it all…
… now!
Once her opportunity was clear, she finally jumped back from Scarlet when she least expected it, harnessing the perfect moment to use one of the few spells she knew...
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